8 Ways to Sunday

Jessica Alba is a hottie. Everyone knows this. Still, I paid her little mind until last night. “Dark Angel” was lame and derivitive (and her acting awful), and her movie choices have been less than great (though I’m witholding judgment on Sin City). Fairly or not, I judge actors not just on their performances, but also on my opinion of the parts they choose. Alba just didn’t seem that interesting to me, great body or no.

Last night, while looking for supporting dirt for my post on the Cruise–Holmes fiasco, I ran across a post on Defamer that linked to an Alba interview in Rolling Stone. In the article, she talks about the perils of being exceedingly gorgeous in Hollywood (typecasting), jokes wearily about the kind of scripts she gets (“[They all] start ‘Tawnya is in the shower. The water streams down her naked, perky breasts.’”), and speaks shrewdly and openly about her plans for the future of her career.

It turns out that Jessica Alba is more than just a hottie. Evidently she’s also a smart, level-headed, no-nonsense hottie. And man, there is just nothing sexier than a combination like that.

P.S. This has been the innagural post of the Sex & Gender category. Are you as amazed as me that it took almost two years to get one of those? What was I thinking?